Jay Critch - Hell Is On You lyrics

[Intro] Aye, Aye [Chorus] Money called in I’ll be up in the morning Money called in best believe that I’m balling You ain’t getting money what the hell is you on? They gonna tell me I got in on my own (Hey!) Smoke on the block with the propane Cookie came from the coast Eleven Gucci, ah, Gucci my toes I wear the Gucci, it’s straight out the store Whip in that foreign got road rage I might flex on a hoe Gotta keep flexing them days I was broke Wifey keep texting keep that on the low [Hook] I can’t be stressing, I just keep the dough, man In the Bentley look like c**aine Why he talking he a no-name Thirties, cook em’ up like low, man I’m on some other sh** They say they balling they really be fumbling Imma just f** her and say that I’m done with it I put your gang on the map and they loving it Hey, I went through pain for the racks she can’t touch me, nah She hop in the V, give me jaw We rockin’ the lean get it all I hurt her head and can’t hear them at all I know they with it but I cannot fall They like “Hood favourite that money get tall” Pay for the pavement but don’t get involved She let me glaze it I don’t even call Imma hit it this sh** off, Chris Paul Off that Henny I don’t want, Crystal n***as’ playing like they tough, they soft We got money had a marriage, I got a bad b**h, a** fat she embarra**ed Call her anything but average, paper be stacking Add that to the carriage [Chorus] (Aye), Money called in I’ll be up in the morning Money called in best believe that I’m balling You ain’t getting money what the hell is you on? They gonna tell me I got in on my own (Hey!) Smoke on the block with the propane Cookie came from the coast Eleven Gucci, ah, Gucci my toes I wear the Gucci, it’s straight out the store Whip in that foreign got road rage I might flex on a hoe Gotta keep flexing them days I was broke Wifey keep texting keep that on the low